there are things that i said i would never do
there are fears that i cannot believe will come true
so my soul is too sick and too little not too late
and myself... i have grown too weary to mate
the more i stay in here
the more itīs not so clear
the more i stay in here
the more i disappear
as far as i have gone
i knew what side iīm on
but now iīm not so sure
the line begins to blur
is there somebody on top of me?
i donīt know... i donīt know...
isnīt anyone stopping me
i donīt know... i donīt know...
why am i trying to hold my breath
i donīt know... i donīt know...
just how far down can i go?
i donīt know... i donīt know... i donīt know...
as i lie here in still
the fabric starts to tear
itīs far beyond repair
and i donīt even care
as far as i have gone
i knew what side iīm on
but now iīm not so sure
the line begins to blur
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